Page 69 of His Pet

I scream. Not the muffled cries I tried to bite back because we were in public, but a full-on scream from the top of my lungs. The pain is blinding, pins and needles digging into the sensitive flesh. Yet, the pain is mixed with pleasure, too much of it to make me come, to do anything other than lie helplessly on the floor with all my muscles locked up and wait for it to pass.

Cameron grips my cock and starts stroking me. Too quick, too harsh, too much at once, but it works, and I finally come with another ear-splitting scream. My cock jerks and kicks against Cameron’s hand like it’s trying to get away, but there’s no escape. He milks every last drop from me and then some, until I’m sobbing and begging him to stop. The vibrator keeps going, drilling into my painfully sensitive prostate, but at least the pressure on my cock and balls is gone.

A loud noise pierces the thrum of blood in my ears. Clapping and cheering.

Applause. Oh god. Could the floor open and swallow me?

Someone whistles.

“Good job, pet.” Pride sounds in Cameron’s words, and it’s the only thing that prevents me from crawling under a table and never coming out again. I did a good job.

I squirm, trying to ease the plug’s pressure on my prostate. “Thank you, Sir. But the plug…”

“I’ll take it out, don’t worry.” I don’t even have time to sag in relief when Cameron adds, “After you’ve cleaned up after yourself.”

“Cleaned up?” Am I supposed to take a shower? Actually, that would be amazing.

He directs my gaze to the puddle of cum between my knees and I realize there’s no shower coming. “Clean it up. Then we’ll take a break.”

“But how…?” I have no problem wiping the floor, but I’m not sure I’m flexible enough to do it with my hands cuffed behind my back.

Cameron cocks an eyebrow, his gaze snapping to my mouth before returning with a challenge.

“Oh. You want me to…”

Of course he does. Christ, this is so wrong. A tiny, dark part of me is thrilled by the idea, but the rest of me wants to tell Cameron to fuck off. I don’t get to do that, though, so that tiny dark part wins. Maybe it’s not that tiny after all.

I sigh. “Yes, Sir.”

As I shuffle back on my knees to get a better angle, I’m aware of the eyes on me. Not as many as when I was screaming, but still enough for my cheeks to heat up with humiliation. At least Cameron doesn’t look like he’s about to laugh at me. His eyes are alive with deep, primal hunger, and the tent in his pants is unmistakable.

I did that. He thinks I’m so hot he’s about to soak through his tailored slacks.

Focusing on him, I lick my lips. It probably doesn’t look very sexy, but Cameron’s eyes flash, and his fist tightens on my leash. I slowly bend over, doing my best not to think about the people watching. Cameron’s the only one who matters, and I have his undivided attention.

At least the floor is clean, I tell myself as I stick out my tongue and hesitantly swipe it through the mess. Saltiness explodes on my tongue. I’ve tasted my cum before, a few drops just to try it, but it felt weird. Doing it for Cameron while people watch is completely different, and I find that I don’t mind the taste at all. The plug still vibrating against my prostate might have something to do with it. It distracts me enough to let me forget about the audience and the surreality of licking the floor in an illegal sex club.

The floor looks clean, but it still leaves an odd taste on my tongue. When it’s all done, I sit up with a grimace, careful not to put pressure on my balls. Cameron, bless him, has procured a fresh glass of water, and when I crawl over, he holds it to my mouth.

The plug stops vibrating. I whimper with relief and collapse between Cameron’s knees, resting my head on his thigh. Smiling, he caresses my hair. “Great job, pet. You were amazing.”

I manage a weak smile, but I’m so damn tired. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Come here.” He takes the plug out and tosses it into his bag, then pulls me sideways onto his lap. I gratefully burrow into his warmth, letting his scent envelop me. He holds me like I'm precious, whispering praise into my hair.

The club is horrifying, but I’m safe because I’m in Cameron’s arms. What more could a person ask for?

Chapter 44

Justin

I don’t fall asleep as Cameron holds me, but I close my eyes for a few minutes. I’m drifting in that pleasant space between sleep and consciousness when I’m torn out of it by a scream. I shake my head, wishing I could cover my ears, but my arms are still tied. My shoulders are going to be sore for days after this.

“Ssh.” Cameron hugs me tighter to his chest. “She’s going to pass out soon.”

Like that makes it right. But she does pass out, leaving the bar area oddly quiet with just the murmur of conversations and the music coming from invisible speakers. The group that was tormenting her starts arguing whose fault it is. They slap her, but she doesn’t stir.

I want to go home.